And her thoughts, I know, as free, As the breeze that plays around her brow— Does she then e'er think of me? When she recurs to scenes that are passed, To pleasures that have come and gone, It would be a precious boon to know, Youthful days are hurrying away, But while I live, I will think of her, And a dear assurance 'twould be, To know that in her pure, spotless heart, She treasures a thought for me. 1859. LINES, Written on a leaf of a male friend's Album. Although the days sometimes be dark When the gloom of care comes o'er me, And sorrows oft may chill my soul, Yet still as free My heart shall be, To feel for those who love me, Still wishes true, I'll keep for you, Whatever sky's above me. You're not so fair, Bill, by more than half. As my lovely little charmer, Who wears a smile, that-I'll say no more May naught on earth e'er harm her! Yet you've a soul, However droll, That's made to suit my pleasure, And while you live, May fortune give You joys beyond all measure. They who have bowed at beauty's shrine, And charms so rare, Most surely are But plants of a passing hour. But I hope that for all time to come, Our friendship ne'er will sever; That honor, fame and virtue, too, 1859. My heart shall be, To feel for those who love me; Still wishes true, I'll keep for you, Whatever sky's above me. LINES. I struggle with each gloomy thought I cannot be at rest. I call upon this heart of mine But heedless of each effort made, I see around me sparkling eyes, The joys which others see. Perhaps those hearts are free from guile, As they are free from care; Then let the crystal cup be filled, For look, nor word, nor thought of mine Now, onward moves the rushing tide. The cup is filled with precious gems And hearts that would be true at all Then seek, my soul, some lonely place, Where echoes ring, and hearts are moved Where shadows linger all the day, Where love and sorrow meet; Where pity's eye is dimmed with tears There fix thy dwelling seat. Let stricken souls thy kindred be, Let higher hopes be thine, Than worthless gems that soon will fade, Though they in luster shine. Thy web of love be wove in gloom, All brighter it will be When days shall come of "milder beam" The plant that's reared 'mid Alpine rocks That braves the tempest's murd'rous shocksWill stand when winter's past. And love that stands the chilling breath Of sorrow's rudest day, Will wear a fadeless laurel, when 1859. Those sorrows flee away. COULD I HAVE KNOWN. Could I have known in early youth, When dreams and visions bright Oft charmed away the hours by day And starred the darkest night, How soon the gilded scene would fade, How soon the touch of sorrow's shade Would rend the calm that hope had made, I should have prayed some friendly power, With suppliant faith and tears, To hold entranced the passing hour, Could I have known that friendship's pledge And every kindly token |